Song Changge had escaped by sheer luck, avoiding the fate of being turned into a miner. Once he was sure no one was pursuing him, he began wondering where he could go to fetch reinforcements.
As a disciple of Qingyun Holy Land, he had powerful backing. His fellow disciples were scattered throughout the outer-realm starry battlefield. Some of his martial uncles and senior brothers and sisters were especially formidable—just one stomp of their feet could make an entire star region tremble!
Although he had never set foot on the outer-realm battlefield before, Song Changge had heard that more than one of his senior brothers, despite being his peer, had personally slain Emperor-level experts from other races in the starry battlefield. They had clouds of followers at their beck and call, so getting reinforcements should have been a piece of cake.
The awkward part was that, as powerful as his fellow disciples were, they were far away on the front lines of the outer-realm battlefield. There was no way they could help him from there.
If he went to fetch help, they would surely lend a hand for the sake of their shared sect. But how the hell was he supposed to get there?
Qingyun Holy Land had a teleportation array that could send him straight to Iron Blood City. All he needed to do there was pay some Yuan Stones to activate the array. But the teleportation array in Iron Blood City required military merit to use.
He, Song Changge, had only just arrived and didn't have a penny to his name. He couldn't even afford to activate the teleportation array once.
What a bind...
If only he'd known, he wouldn't have come to Iron Blood City. He should've gone straight to the outer-realm front lines and stuck with his